How he'd ever thought Stiles would be supportive, he didn't know. Scott should have known he'd find the whole thing way too amusing and instead of giving him a friendly shoulder to cry on, all he heard was the sound of Stiles cracking up as though he might hurt something.
Scott took the water and downed it in one, gasping for breath and wiggling out of his backpack so that he could take a pull on his inhaler before the shortness of breath went full-on asthma-attack. "Thanks," he said shoving the glass back into Stiles' hand. It took Scott a second to take in what he'd been asked. "Dude. So not the point," he said rolling his eyes. "And I think she's about 150. At least, I don't think I saw anything but skin," he said with a wince.